Mom
To our amazing mother,
the one that we love most.
We can always come to you,
you make us feel like gold.
You hug us when we're hurt.
And kiss us when we cry.
You hold us like it's the end of the world,
we couldn't move even if we tried.
You come running in the mid of night,
to scare the monsters away.
We know you will always love us,
even if we don't obey.
You wipe our tears,
and sing us goodnight.
We love it most when you hold us tight.
We know your voice,
and the touch of your hands.
The kiss of your lips,
and all your demands.
We love your smell,
and the beat of your heart.
The love that you show us,
You are such a work of art.
You are such a work of art.
By: Whitney Goodall
I was pretty happy when I wrote that poem. Especially sense I haven't written a poem in a long time. But also on the page I decided to get Kanyon and Kalebs hand prints on there as well. Kanyon thought it was the coolest thing ever that he got to play in paint and not get into trouble for it. But Kaleb was a little confused. He wouldn't really cooperate very well. He kept scrunching up his hand. So his hand doesn't really look like one. But I thought it was cute anyways. Happy Mothers day Kami!